Friday, August 13, 2010

A New House for Funnyman Kevin Nealon

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: If the children will put on their thinking caps they'll recall that in May of 2009 Your Mama discussed the Manhattan Beach, CA cottage of comedian and actor Ken Nealon (Weeds, Glenn Martin DDS, Saturday Night Live) that he'd hoisted on the market with an asking price of $3,295,000.

Property records now show that Mister Nealon and his bizzy bit-part actress wife Susan Yeagley (Parks and Recreation, Til Death, The Sarah Silverman Program)–who made a baby together in early 2007–finally sold their Manhattan Beach pad in March of 2010 for $2,725,000.

Thanks to the bizzy boys at Celebrity Address Aerial we've learned that just a few months later the comedic couple set down new roots a few miles up the coast in the upscale and family friendly enclave of Pacific Palisades where they shelled out $3,450,000 for a newly constructed mansion wedged onto a tight 6,857 square foot lot in the El Medio Bluffs neighborhood.

Listing information indicates the quasi-Georgian style three-story house measures approximately, 5,600 square feet and includes 7 bedrooms and 5.5 poopers, plenty of room for Baby Nealon and several shorties more iffin Mister and Missus Nealon are planning on more. On one side of the center hall entry way is the formal living room with coffered ceiling, fireplace, and and a cluster of narrow but tall windows that reach almost all the way up to the ceiling and all the way down to the white oak hardwood floors stained a walnut color.

On the other side, a formal dining room with heavy moldings, and simple painted wainscoting that runs around the room. A hallway that runs perpendicular to the entry leads to the less formal open-plan family quarters that include a family room with fireplace flanked by built in cabinetry and shelving, and large sliding glass door that open to a small back/side yard. There's also a big breakfast area and large chef friendly kitchen equipped with custom white cabinetry a few glass panel doors on the uppers, speckled granite counter tops, a 12-foot long center island, extra-large butler's pantry, and high-grade stainless steel appliances that include a warming drawer and wine fridge.

A stair hall with skylights sunk into the coffered ceiling leads to the second floor bedrooms that include a master suite with hardwood floors, tray ceiling, fireplace, private marble pooper with glass enclosed steam shower, and French doors that lead to an expansive roof deck with built-in seating that wraps around a fire pit. The deck is unquestionably the most scenic and interesting outdoor space on the tight lot but Your Mama and the Dr. Cooter would not care to spend three and a half million clams to have guests traipse through our boo-dwar into order to get to the most appealing outdoor entertaining space. No-siree-bob.

The lowest level, a basement sort of thing, includes the two car garage, windowless media room, and large laundry facilities. There's is also a dining nook with built-in cabinetry, massage room, and fitness room all with faux-windows backed by some sort of disturbing and perplexing mural of a tropical scene that has Your Mama gagging up our early morning Bloody Mary.

The small, almost claustrophobic lot includes a small ficus hedge surrounded backyard with a patch of lawn and dining terrace. The Nealon's new digs also include guest/staff quarters, large laundry facilities, a 2-car garage, state of the art electronics with built-in audio system, surround sound and iPod docking station which is nice since stereo equipment is quickly going the way of acid wash jeans.

12 comments:

“….gagging up our early morning Bloody Mary.” Hilarious! And thanks for the explanation on said lower level, from the photos it looked like some bizarre aquatic scene, the painted background on an oversized fish tank or worse.

stumbled across this online. thought you could clarify a little more. http://www.trulia.com/property/1027274042-31632-Trigo-Trl-Coto-de-Caza-CA-92679the big house tammy knickerbocker got booted from years ago. i hear she and lou owned most of coto at one time or another, perhaps you could share with all of us exactly what other beauties they called home.

Overall rather fetching on the inside. The clean lines and understated, yet extremely tasteful, decor, which doesn't scream "Look how much money I have, Dahlings." appeal to my unhealthy level of OCD. The master pooper, however, is bright in a way that only those living on the surface of the Sun could possibly appreciate. I mean honestly, when I'm resting my forehead on the cool porcelain rim of the commode after an evening of over-indulging Mr. Gin Rickey, the last thing I want to see is so much bright, white light that my addled brain must fight the urge to start quoting from Poltergiest. And while the "view" from the massage table is beyond commentary, it's nothing that a nice, gay decorator couldn't fix without even chewing a nail while thinking about it.